More Quotes by Arthur Rimbaud
True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.
Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
I believe I am in Hell, therefore I am.
A thousand Dreams within me softly burn
I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; Garlands from window to window; Golden chains from star to star ... And I dance.
In the morning I had a look so lost, a face so dead, that perhaps those whom I met did not see me.
I is another.
Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
A thousand Dreams within me softly burn: From time to time my heart is like some oak Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.
